This is what awaited me when I went to go to bed last night.
This would be fine if I was maybe 5'3," but I'm not. The challenge is to persuade George to move without pissing him off, because he is fully capable of then taking a dump right next to my bed.
If I had time this morning, I'd watch the recording of last night's airing of Burn Notice on my VCR. But I don't, so it will have to wait until tonight.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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Clearly - it is THEIR bed. You just get to sleep there.
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes,
And all of 'em lookin' at you...
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